Trite

This is a song you've heard before,
Alone, in the dark rooms
Where your childhood was wont to hide.

This is a sign we've seen before,
As the world rips around us.
Now, you see that: "I don't mind, at all".

So, you turned your radio on
To listen to the same old songs, you already know.
'Cause you're drowned in the past,
A past you never had; wasn't yours, not even mine.

This is a song you've heard before,
Yet you sing along the madness,
As one unable to realize you're worn.

This is a path we've walked before,
Together thru the gardens,
But all our flowers already dried scorned.

So, you turned your radio on
To listen to the same old songs, you already know.
'Cause you're drowned in the past,
A past you never had; wasn't yours, not even mine.



Credits
Writer(s): Ariel Uzaga, Félix Arburola, Guillermo Meneses, Hector Romero
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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